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  His gaze softened and his head tilted. “I need you, Ma’am.”

  Again, my heart grew another three sizes and I wanted to throw my arms around him in jubilation. But Dommes don’t do that. I had to show my approval in other ways. I gave him my warmest smile.

  “Very good. I’ll be everything you need today, Coop. But I need to hear your safeword so there’s no confusion.”

  He blinked. “I thought we were going to use the stop light analogy.”

  “We can if that’s easiest. But if we continue our relationship”—oh please, please, please—“I’ll want you to select a safeword specific to you. Clear?”

  He nodded. “Yes, Ma’am.”

  “I like that. Ma’am. Effective, yet subtle, even in public.” I nodded with satisfaction. “Okay, Coop, here’s how we’ll start. I want you to go into the bedroom and lie down on your back on the bed. You will grasp the headboard and remain there until I come to you. Is that clear?”

  He swallowed and his cock flexed at my orders, but he nodded.

  “No, I need verbal confirmation that you understand me.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  “Very good. Go on now. I’ll be there in a minute.”

  He turned and strode to the room without looking back, his ass and back flexing deliciously with his movement. Holy fuck, he’s sexy. I wanted to chase him into my room and tackle him, but I’d take my time to do this right. The Goddess had made it clear he was my true mate, but that didn’t guarantee I wouldn’t fuck it up if I got careless. Especially if Coop hadn’t known he was a submissive before.

  Oh my glory. Oh my glory. The realization that I had to be extra careful hit me like a ton of bricks and a cold sweat slithered down my back despite the warmth of the day. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to head into my kitchenette. I didn’t use it much because Grubb was the best damn chef in Colorado, but I still had snacks and tea for when I needed a pick-me-up and didn’t want to walk outside.

  I leaned against the counter and breathed deeply, trying to calm my racing heart. I’d found a submissive to play with, and he was my perfect partner according to the Goddess, but he was so new to the lifestyle. He represented the clay before the artist made pottery. Or the marble before the sculptor used a chisel. I’d never had a dedicated sub before, but Coop made me want to whip out a collar and bind him to me without trying his paces.

  Calm down, Karma. Don’t give yourself bad karma you’ll have to repay later.

  I closed my eyes and thought back to times when I’d been in my Domme role. Unfortunately, they were few and far between, and it had been a long time since I’d indulged that part of myself. I needed control to give Coop what he needed, and right now I was like a kid with a new puppy. The puppy wanted to please, but the kid didn’t know enough to treat it right.

  You do know enough, you just have to calm down enough to remember. That was the Goddess’s voice, and She was right. And he’s new to this, so you both can build your relationship the way it should be, based on what you need rather than what others ‘recommend’.

  Right. The rules of BDSM changed based on the partners. Whatever they decided between them, those were the correct rules to use.

  I shivered with excitement and anticipation before I stood up and straightened my shoulders. Coop needed a Domme with confidence and calm, not an overexcited teenager with bossy tendencies. I took a few more moments to settle myself before I took a deep breath and headed for the bedroom.

  An image of sucking him off while he sat tied to the chair made my pussy clench with need and I shivered again. That day will come, but it’s not today. One step at a time. Yeah, I just hoped I had enough control over myself to make that a reality.

  Chapter Seven

  Cooper

  I lay on the bed and tried to still my breathing. I hadn’t been this excited for sex in a long time. I still couldn’t understand why the idea of Karma having control made my cock hard enough to pound nails, but I knew I wanted it this way. Maybe that was the reason my marriage had fallen apart. Andrea hadn’t been a bad woman when we married, and I’d been a pretty good husband considering my profession as a Marshal.

  But sexually, she’d been the kind of woman who wanted to be babied and pampered, not doing much beyond opening her legs in hopes it would get me hard. But though we’d been trying for a baby, it was harder and harder to get the urge to have sex with her, even for that reason. Pampering her became a chore.

  I’m ashamed to say I spent more and more time away from home, working on cases to take my mind of my frustration. I didn’t know what was wrong, only that something was and our sexual relations dwindled. Andrea had gotten more and more hostile and I’d bristled right back at her. She accused me of having an affair, but the only thing I did right in our marriage was remain faithful.

  I soon learned her accusation was more projection than belief when I caught her fucking the smarmy househusband of a military woman down the street. I don’t know if he actually gave Andrea what she wanted or if he’d simply been more available than me, but his presence in our bed was the nail in the coffin of our relationship. I’d threatened to arrest his ass for adultery as I chased him out of our house with his pants still around his ankles. Finding him pumping in to my wife on the counter of our kitchen had infuriated me.

  Gave me a whole new meaning for Home Economics.

  A rueful laugh pushed its way out of my chest. The divorce had gotten ugly, though we both agreed she’d get the house and I wouldn’t pay alimony. I’d felt betrayed, but in retrospect, she probably had as well. I couldn’t give her the kind of sex she wanted so I avoided her, and we’d hurt each other.

  But after Karma laid out the rules of how she liked sex, it made me wonder if I’d avoided Andrea because she didn’t make all the sexual choices and wanted me to treat her like a damsel. The thing was, I worked in law enforcement. I made all the decisions all the time. I dimly recalled the few times I’d fantasized about the faceless woman of my dreams having me pamper her based on her choices, giving me clear directions and taking the decisions out of my hands.

  “Holy shit.”

  The insight stole my breath and released some of my frustration at my ex. Maybe she’d needed me to do to her what I’d needed her to do to me. She’d once screamed at me that if I’d been more of a man, our marriage wouldn’t have fallen apart. It had infuriated me because I was the man all the time on the job and needed someone else to take the heat for a while.

  “Oh my, someone’s been alone in his mind too long.”

  Karma’s voice jerked me back to the present, and I realized my cock had wilted like dead flowers left in a vase without water. I grimaced as my heart sank. I didn’t want to disappoint her right off the bat. At least it had taken years with Andrea. I’d only known Karma few days.

  “I’m sorry, Ma’am.” I tried to will my erection back into place, but my dark thoughts had pretty much killed it. I moved my hand to reach for my cock.

  “Hey. What did I say about your hands?”

  I froze and swallowed hard, trepidation and excitement pounding through me in equal measures. “You said to grasp the headboard, Ma’am.”

  “That’s right. I said grasp the headboard.” She nodded as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Are you changing your mind about this arrangement?”

  A curious tightness filled her voice and it matched the tightness in my throat at the idea of ending our play. “No, Ma’am.”

  “All right, then. Back they go.” She pointed at the back of the bed and I resecured my hands around the rustic spindles. “Very good, Coop. Now, I want you to spread your legs so I can suck your cock.”

  I blinked, trying to understand her words. “Suck my cock? I thought I was supposed to give you pleasure.” She raised an eyebrow and I hastily added, “Ma’am.”

  She stopped at the foot of the bed. “Oh, you are going to give me pleasure, Coop. It’s my pleasure to suck on your hard shaft and lick the head, savoring the taste
of your pre-cum. All I need is you to get hard for your Domme. Can you do that for me, Coop?”

  My cock had already started to swell with her sultry words and the smile curling her lips lit my fire. Holy moly, she was sexy and I desperately wanted to please her. If letting her suck on my cock was what it took, I’d stay hard until the end of time.

  “Ah, there it is, your lovely cock.” She settled between my legs with her shoulders brushing my calves. “I think I want to sniff your balls first.” She dipped her head and pressed her lips on the inside of my thigh just where my scrotum hung between them.

  I moaned as she inhaled, my hands tightening on the spindles above my head. Her lips and nose tickled the crease between my thigh and my balls, and exquisite pleasure slid through my body. She dragged her nose over the skin of my testicles and I saw stars.

  “Oh, those are lovely. How do they taste?”

  Before I could respond, slick heat engulfed my scrotum and I hit a high note I hadn’t heard in my voice since I was twelve. I rocked my hips, wanting more heat, or less ticklishness, I wasn’t sure which. She reached between my legs and grasped my shaft as she licked and laved my balls. I wanted her to stroke my dick, but she only held it out of her way as she enjoyed her ministrations.

  Karma pulled back with lust and arousal filling her face and I desperately wanted to give her more. If all I had to do was lay there and take what she was giving, I’d do it for a long as possible.

  “Oh yeah, your balls are delicious. I’ll have to revisit them later.” She looked up my body at me. “But I think I want to taste your cock instead.” Her fingers massage the hair of my groin in little circles, not touching my dick or balls, but stimulating them nonetheless. “I’m going to enjoy your cock, but I don’t want you to come until I say. And you can’t let go of the headboard. If you do either of those, I’ll have to punish you. Do you understand?”

  Glory, her words made my cock jerk as arousal surged through me. “Yes, Ma’am.”

  “Very good, Coop. Don’t let me down now.”

  She pulled the head of my dick to her lips and ran her tongue over the glans. I groaned and tried to shove it deeper into her hot, wet mouth, but she held my hips down and sipped the pre-cum sliding from my slit. Glory, the feel of her tongue on my most sensitive skin made squirm.

  She chuckled as I tried to get closer to her mouth, but took her time, licking and kissing my hard shaft. I tightened my hands around the spindles, hoping that I’d be able to find calm as she ignited my arousal. But her lips and her tongue fractured my usual focus. I tried to think of cleaning out my car after a long stakeout or spending time looking over the divorce papers. But her caresses splintered my thoughts.

  Her tongue swiped over the edge of the head and I whimpered as she pulled her mouth away. To my relief, she slowed down and changed the rhythm, helping my building orgasm to slide to the back of my mind again.

  She tickled and suckled the underside of my cock and I was able to turn my mind away to float on gentle pleasure.

  “Oh no, you don’t. You will not ignore me.”

  Karma slid her mouth all the way over my cock and down until I hit the back of her throat. Her tongue massaged my hard shaft and her tight heat brought my attention back to what she was doing. But when her hands massaged my balls, my release renewed its threat on my sanity.

  Then she swallowed.

  “Oh, my sweet glory, Karma.”

  Abruptly, the sweet, hot, wet pleasure ended as she pulled off. “What did you call me?”

  “Uh…” I gasped for a few moments, trying to grasp what I’d missed. Her voice told me I’d said something wrong. “Ma’am. Ma’am, thank you, Ma’am.”

  “Good man, Coop. You mustn’t forget, now, or you won’t get what you want. Understand?”

  “Y-yes, Ma’am.”

  “Good.”

  She dipped her head again, licking my dick until the arousal built again. She kept her attention shallow, just massaging the edge of the head and the crown, as if she licked and sucked because she was enjoying the flavor and texture of my cock. I’d never had a woman take such joy in sucking my dick. All my previous partners had given the impression they wanted to get it over with, like it was the price they paid for something they wanted more.

  But not Karma. She fondled and massaged my penis like it was the best treat she’d had in years and she wanted to savor it for as long as possible. She even hummed while she did it as if she’d just remembered why she loved sucking cock. And maybe it was true, but damn if it didn’t make me want more.

  “Fuck yeah.”

  A deep chuckle welled up from her chest and flowed over my groin, increasing the friction and pleasure. I moaned and rocked my hips again, but she continued to hold me still. She dipped her head and swallowed my cock whole, deep-throating me until I couldn’t tell where her hot mouth ended and I began.

  She did something with her throat and tongue to make the pressure increase again, and the hot, slick delight worked its way from my balls to my brain. I tightened my hands on the spindles of the headboard as she worked her mouth faster and tighter. Moans and whimpers flew from my throat without my say-so and my hips rocked despite her hold on them.

  When she deep-throated me again, I was fine until she rolled my balls in her fingers.

  “Oh, glory, Ma’am. If you keep doing that, I’m gonna come.”

  “Uh-uh.” She gave me the negative as she kept up her rhythm and I whimpered a high note.

  “Please, Ma’am. Let me come.” I held on to my release by a thread, her tongue’s caresses making it damn near impossible.

  She pulled back long enough to consider my face as I gritted my teeth against the orgasm clawing at my balls.

  “No.”

  She returned to my cock and sucked on it like it would disappear without her attention. I groaned and squeezed the spindles harder, holding onto my release with every fiber of my being. I could let go and let her down. Despite the pleasure she administered, some part of me needed to hold out as long as she required it. I needed it like I needed air to breathe and failure to hold out wasn’t an option.

  But when her fingers trailed down below my balls to my taint, I wailed against my release.

  “Please, Ma’am. I can’t hold back. Please let me come, Ma’am.”

  “You may come, sweet man.”

  She swallowed my dick again and squeezed my balls, and I was lost. My orgasm roared through me, sweeping away my fears, my worries, hell, even my insecurities about trusting this woman. I’d worried about withholding my true profession when she said we needed to trust each other, but her attention to my body washed it away. She gave me the most unbelievable pleasure and I couldn’t imagine being without it.

  I need this. I need her, my Ma’am.

  The thought came through clearly as I settled back into the bed from my lofty flight. She licked and sucked my dick, taking all the cum I pumped into her mouth as she hummed with approval. She swallowed it all down and cleaned my skin with her tongue, sending erotic aftershocks through me.

  “Oh, you’re my sweet man, Coop. Well done.” She smiled as she backed off the bed. “I think you deserve a reward for being so good. Would you like a reward?”

  “Yes, Ma’am.” I nodded vigorously, though my body rested in a languorous drape on the bed.

  “Keep your eyes on me. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  She slid off and stood with a satisfied smile on her lips where I could easily see her without turning my head, or sucking in my gut. Fortunately, I’d spent enough time working out at a local gym and going for runs in the mornings that I didn’t have much of the beer gut left as a result of my divorce. I’d heard the best revenge against an ex was to make my body better than when they had it, and I’d put the advice into practice.

  Now I was glad I had, even if it hadn’t been for Andrea’s appreciation.

  “Keep your attention on me, Coop. Don’t drift, please.”

 
; How the hell she knew I’d been thinking of the past, I had no idea, but I jerked my attention and gaze back to her beautiful body. She reached behind herself and pulled on the strings of her bikini top until it loosened and she lifted it off her breasts.

  Hot damn and fuckin’ A.

  Her golden-brown skin grew lighter around her more coffee-colored areolas and pert, large nipples. My mouth watered as I took in her full breasts. I wanted to suck on them until she orgasmed from the pleasure of my tongue on her soft skin. Or maybe she’d press those full mounds against my cheeks so I could smell her delicious scent surrounding me.

  “Do you like my breasts?” She slid her hands under their full weight and pushed them up, making the large nipples point straight at me.

  “Oh glory, yes, Ma’am.”

  “Very good.” She grinned. “You may look but not touch. I have something else in mind as your reward.”

  “You do, Ma’am?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  She grinned as she dropped her hands to her hips and pushed the tiny bikini bottom off her perfect, rounded ass. My gaze zeroed in on the neatly trimmed wedge of curls covering her mound and I moaned, licking my lips. If I could get my mouth on her pussy, I’d be in heaven.

  “Don’t let go of the headboard.” She sauntered over to the bed and smiled down at me. I swallowed hard at the scent of her arousal wafting up from between her legs.

  “No, Ma’am. I won’t let go.”

  “Good. Now, are you ready for your reward?”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  “Excellent. Push yourself down the bed a bit until your arms are almost straight.”

  I moved a little, wriggling my ass and my shoulders lower on the bed. She moved the pillows away from my head until I lay completely flat. My dick, so recently flaccid, started to fill again as she ran her hands over my body, adjusting and positioning it with attention to my comfort.

  “Keep your hands where I can see them.”

  The statement reminded me of every cop I’d worked with and I twitched in surprise. Had she figured out what I was? She gave me a sharp look and I licked my lips, trying to reassure her that my attention hadn’t wandered.